Omake: Robert Frost is a Weaboo (Part 1)
There was a certain appeal to experiencing different cultures.
...Or so was Mr. Frost told. He had never quite seen the appeal of such a thing.
"Culture" was fundamentally but another form of organization when it really came down to it - certain people that were predisposed to certain things, not through any inherent reasons but rather through the momentum of society itself.
As such, ultimately, there were "good" cultures and "bad" cultures. Mr. Frost did not need to experience bad cultures for the sole reason of having gained such an experience - that was obviously circular reasoning.
Strictly speaking, there were different levels to this, and many such cultures were far from being organized despite supposedly fitting into certain boxes at least to an extent.
This was not the case with the people of Japan - they all fit neatly into their boxes and made little fuss about it.
Oddly enough, such boxes were well and truly a choice. Conformity, in and of itself, held power among the Japanese to a greater extent than anything that Mr. Frost has seen before.
When he himself arrived in Japan he has been informed of certain matters of etiquette when it came to business, and that he was to master them in order to not tarnish the Lexcorp name.
Already upon his very first business meeting he partook in
Meishi, an exchange of business cards with some manner of ritualistic slant to it.
The
Meishi was a multi-step process and needed to be done precisely or not at all and there was a degree of impracticality to it, but it was the reality of the island nation and a piece of procedure and so he would play along.
Such matters of behavior would not end with that.
In the following weeks he would learn much more about Japan's societal make-up and culture.
As it were, anything and everything was disciplined and had an order to it - business greetings and farewells, public transport conduct, behavior when dining with co-workers and even the order in which you enter the elevator.
Everything was predesigned. Premade. Speaking of a not inconsiderable amount of history and tradition in even the most mundane things.
One example of such a thing would be in official meetings.
The place you would assume around the table would speak of your level of power.
The person sitting closest to the door had their back turned to it, thus leaving them the most exposed to an attack from an assailant or an assassin (which was far more common in the days of old), meaning that your position in relation to the door and to the others spoke of your status when compared to them.
It was curious to him that matters of power could be boiled down to sitting arrangements in such a way, with such a subtle way of saying "among us, your life means the least, and should you be assaulted you will offer us a chance to escape", but Mr. Frost was glad for it all the same as it made his job much easier.
After all, any person who entered a room would know of his superior position without him having to interact with them at all or them having to know anything about him.
Society was structured a certain way and protected its integrity through conformity. Anything that did not conform was ultimately broken and disregarded.
He would not soon forget how upon his way to work he would pass near a school on occasion and would see children in their uniforms. Not only were their clothes the exact same, but their black hair was styled the same way as well.
On occasion, he would observe a single girl with long, brown, flowing hair. One day he saw her going back from school and could tell that she was been crying, sniffling and rubbing her puffy red eyes, the very next day she already had her hair dyed black, trimmed and held in a tight ponytail.
Good.
The Japanese were people after his own heart, in the sense that they fit his perceptions of how a society should be.
Eager to please on one hand, yet following many codes of conduct that were rooted in things that were fundamentally easy to measure and observe, such as language, history, and pop culture.
To understand such things further and be able to leverage these "rules of society" to his advantage, Mr. Frost came to the conclusion that he would need to study them better.
And so, Mr. Frost began taking online courses in Japanese studies and history, as well as receiving further tutoring on how to behave from his locally recruited employees.
His grasp of history increased the effectiveness of his etiquette lessons and while he had to wear gloves when using chopsticks (they were painful to his bones when in direct contact with his exposed hands) it was ultimately well worth it if only for the impression that such an initiative left on those around him.
Learning Japanese has proven to be quite an ordeal, however.
The language was difficult and nuanced, with every word seeming so particular and deliberate, with three different writing systems and an unavoidable hierarchy of politeness (and thus, power) that was present in every interaction.
To him, that was a truly beautiful thing that he could appreciate both intellectually and practically.
In a way, the Japanese language was symbolic of the Japanese people themselves, which is why Mr. Frost was so stumped by their constant usage of American English.
Such an intelligent and beautiful language with such an absurd brand of slang - They borrowed much from English as a result of the post-WW2 influence and there was a certain extent of American idolization on one hand and yet a curious measure of Xenophobia on the other everywhere you looked.
His grasp over the Japanese language was far from perfect, or even just serviceable really, but his hours of practice have not gone to waste, and whenever he has shown his willingness to adapt to their ways they seemed to hold him at a higher regard for it.
They even stopped referring to him as "the alien", which is a measure of casual courtesy that was not given to many other foreigners.
Yes. Mr. Frost very much enjoyed the Japanese.
Social interactions were polite but always cool and distant, and there was much willingness to give people their space.
As such, aside from practiced matters of behavior and a set level of politeness that was expected, there wasn't an aspect of Japanese "sociability" that was above Mr. Frost's ability to master.
As strange as it was, this Land of The Rising Sun felt more like a home to him than the United States ever did, and there were yet many aspects of it left for him to learn and master, prime of which is the modern aspect of society, one that he could observe through certain trends and spoken Japanese but not necessarily be able to explain through historical research alone.
Still, Mr. Frost would not have it be said that he wasn't adaptable or capable of evolving.
He will master this aspect of society as he had all others and gain a thorough understanding of Japan, as could only be expected.
The only question that was left to ask is: Where should he start?
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This still requires some editing and there is a lot of "show don't tell" here that I may have glossed over but I like this omake overall.
If I ever get down to it, the next parts of this saga would include Mr. Frost building a manga collection, doing poetic analysis of Jpop and going to funky Japanese reality shows.
Well, assuming I will ever actually get down to it.